The Fruits of our Labour
4th November, circa 7:00 pm The tension was palpable, you could have cut it into pieces and served it if it were any thicker, lets say by god's grace or by god's wrath, i was not in such a situation. But, all around the tension, the wait, the expectancy was lying thick like a blanket of fog, and in that fog sitting like a fool was I, the sheer emotions getting to me too. This state above describes the scenes of the first company on campus, 4 people from my class got placed, they had the odds in their favour, and the thing with odds is that sometimes the high odds lose out too. The result was sounded out in a very pseudo funny manner, i mean take a hint from the faces of the students lady, they are not there to joke. The co. was a highly coveted one and as an MHRODian am proud that it came to our campus. What makes me even more proud was the fact that one of the selected was indeed a dark horse, the underdog (which reminds me of the kasabian song: "See the crowd loves a...